Potions class was next, and Draco could feel dread rising in his throat. He was exhausted, sick at his stomach, and didnt want to deal with anyone at all. The fact that he would see Harry plauged him and he debated skipping class all together. He finally entered the room despite his urge to run the other way and set his book down on the table. He shuddered as he suddenly felt very cold. His eyes were dark underneath and swollen with the need for rest. He turned to Crabbe who was starting to look concerned. "You ok?" He asked and Draco nodded, smiling very weakly. "A little tired..." He admitted, though his sleepiness wasn't the main contributor towards his mood today. He looked at Harry, then turned back around as the lesson began.

Draco had honestly zoned out as Snape started talking. He was pretty sure he could do whatever was thrown at them with ease anyway. He always did well, and he was more or less the favorite of the professor. When people started mixing things up in their caludrons he was caught off guard. This was the last thing he expected on the first day. He watched other students to see what they mixed in and tried his hand at guessing on what to do. He poured substances in, not really paying attentjon to what he mixed as he took a glance at Harry every so often. When his mixture started to bubble and steam, he didnt think much of it. Some potions did that. It wasn't until Snape started screaming at him to move that he realized he'd done something wrong. Crabbe ended up yanking him out of the way as his caludron exploded, children screaming and hiding, some holding books over their heads. Draco could feel some of it burning through his robes and onto his skin and he yanked them off, standing in his boxers. Angry red marks and burned formed on his arms and legs and he would've been embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact that his flesh was being eaten off by whatever he'd created. Professor Snape looked panicked. "Mr. Potter! Please escort Mr.Malfoy to the medical wing immediately!" Draco shook his head. "No, let Crabbe take me..." He argued, but it seemed there was no debate as Snape went to cleaning up the mess, checking other students to be sure no one else was burned.